Scout Master Frank Diniz was awoken around 3:30 AM by the screams of several of his Cub Scouts. He bolted from his tent to find several of the 11 year old boys crying and running around in a circle waving their arms over their head. Diniz used his whistle and flashlight to gather the hysterical boys into a line. Diniz then questioned the boys.

The story he heard frightened him as well.

Several of the boys were awakened from their sleep by a thundering growl and then a violent shaking of their tent. They thought it was a prank being played by their friends, until the tent itself was torn from over them and thrown into a tree. Looming over them as a huge Bigfoot. It snarled and then screamed a horrible scream at them. Two of the boys shut their eyes and never really saw the creature, while the other two only remember the teeth or its glowing eyes, respectively.

Diniz searched the area, but only found the tent in the tree. The ground was too dry for any good prints.

The next morning, Diniz cut the camping weekend short and got his troop out of the park.

While cleaning out his canoe before he continued on his trip, Tim Storez heard grunting and growling just over the hill in front of him. Being a dangerously curious person, Storez walked up to investigate.

When he got to the top of the hill, he saw two large hairy Bigfoot playing tug of war with a tree trunk. The Bigfoot seemed to know each other, according to Storez and were playing more than actually fighting. Storez watch the two pull and yank at the tree trunk of a minute or two, until the Bigfoot smelled him. Storez thinks their eye sight is very poor, because neither seemed to see him, but both stopped to furiously sniff the air.

Once they were satisfied that someone was watching them, they tossed the tree trunk in the general direction of Storez and then raced off in the opposite direction.

Monty Pruitt was smoking cigarettes by the river. He was still upset about being dragged out to on this family vacation. He wanted to go to the water park they just opened, but get eaten alive by fleas.

As Pruitt flicked a cigarette butt into the water, he saw a Bigfoot emerge from the bushes. Pruitt watched in awe as the gigantic creature crept to the edge of the water. It was holding in its hands a small wooden raft. It was maybe the size of a two by four.

The creature ever so gently launched the toy raft into the river. The Bigfoot clapped and seemed to laugh with delight as the little raft floated away. The monster chased after it, obviously very happy with the toy raft’s successful launch.

Pruitt went back to his family and reported what he saw, but none of them believed it.

While mushroom hunting in Zaleski State Forest, Bryce Hamilton stumbled upon a clearing in the woods. The clearing was circled with tree stumps and the stumps ringed with an ivy chain. At first, Hamilton was hesitant to enter the ring, until he realized that the entire area within the ring was filled with petunias. Petunias are Hamilton’s favorite flower.

He gingerly climbed over the delicate ivy chain to enter the circle. As Hamilton made his way around the petunia garden, he was amazed at the health and vitality of the flowers. Just as Hamilton was about to pick a few to put in his mushroom sack, he heard a loud and angry growl that turned into a howling shout.

Hamilton, realized that he was trespassing on a Bigfoot Petunia garden. He had heard that the creatures love petunias and eat them like candy.

Hamilton is convinced that, had, he picked a few of the flowers he would be dead today, since the Bigfoot would have been soooo angry it would have killed him. As it was Hamilton leapt over the ivy chain and high tailed it out of the area.

Eric Rumbles was training for a marathon. As he was clicking in his fifth mile, he noticed that something was running ahead of him. At first, he Rumbles was not sure what he was seeing, since it had started raining.

Rumbles quickened his pace and was within 1000 feet of the other runner. Rumbles was able to get a good look at the other figure. He realized that there was a medium sized Bigfoot running ahead of him.

Rumbles called out and tried to get the attention of the creature. But it just kept looking straight ahead and thundering down the path. As Rumbles sped up, so did the Bigfoot increase its pace to maintain the same distance between them.

After nearly a mile of chasing Bigfoot, the creature veered off the path and disappeared into the woods. Rumbles thought about following the monster, but thought better of it a second later.

On his way to fish, Carl Little heard a crashing coming toward him. Little said it sounded like a herd of buffalo charging though a china shop. Though on further questioning, Little admitted that he had never heard a herd of buffalo do anything and never set foot, himself, in a china shop.

Little stopped and stood very still, waiting to see what was stomping toward him. Bursting from the shrubbery in front of him, was a reddish gray Bigfoot. Little was so surprised he couched down, trying to hide in the middle of path.

Little noticed that as the Bigfoot lumbered across the path, it cradled in the crook of its massive arm, like a football, a huge beehive. Bees were furiously buzzing around the thick hair of the creature, but it did not seem to bother the creature at all.

Little waited until the Bigfoot was well out of ear shot before he stood up and continued on his way.

Carson Henke was painting a majestic vista in Baxter State Park. Or at least he was trying to paint the majestic view he saw before him.

Suddenly Henke noticed a large black figure moving slowly across the tree line. Henke was alarmed because the shards of sun light that broke through the trees and foliage, seemed completely absorbed by the figure.

The more Henke watched, the stranger the figure became, for not only did it seem to be eating the sun light around it, the creature seemed to be moving backward. Not like a man walking backward, but more like a movie being rewound.

After doing some research, Henke is sure the creature was a Bigfoot. But Henke is at a loss as to what was happening to it or what it was up to.